This is a song about "Gangsters andand whoreswhores"

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

My city's culture to the game now in existence

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And i put that on my name

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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