This is a song about "Gangster rap"

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

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

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Living a life harder than a gangster

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs