This is a song about "Gangster puppies"

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

My tires align with the play, but the times out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one