This is a song about "Gangsters and whores"

I ain't stopping like before, so you whores can just sit down and listen to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim