This is a song about "Gangster reunite"

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

For now everything just seem so right

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

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

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud