This is a song about "Gangster girls"

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

And i'm like a gangster

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud