This is a song about "Gangster"

My tires align with the play, but the times out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Not me, i bet you remember the night

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

You gangster acting bastard.

Pink drank on, sprite work

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux