This is a song about "Gangsters boyz"

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

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

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

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

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"