This is a song about "Gangster stuff"

Living a life harder than a gangster

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

The boa know they loving the crew

Wish i could stuff all you

And i'm like a gangster

Just to let you know, you are

And now it's clear as this promise

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Here i go again, searching for love

No more showering you with stuff,

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer