This is a song about "Gangster shit"

You gangster acting bastard.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

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

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one