This is a song about "Gangster lesley"

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud