This is a song about "Gangster rap"

My records sell, yes sir

And i'm like a gangster

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt