This is a song about "Gangsters andand whoreswhores"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit