This is a song about "Gangster stuff"

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Have to leave without your stuff

Ships that sail to distant places

You in to that animal stuff

Trying to get back to this thing called love

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

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

Living a life harder than a gangster

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

I've got muslims calling on jesus

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff