This is a song about "Gangsters"

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I ain't interested in fame

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,