This is a song about "Gangster money"

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

If its not couture, i will not go to her

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

You gangster acting bastard.

And i'm like a gangster

Or something that you paid for

Yea and this is something to think about

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

You act so gangster and hood but really you're too wrecked

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent