This is a song about "Gangster styles"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

High styles crumbling leaves

Malcolm x, by any means

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Living a life harder than a gangster

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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