This is a song about "Gangsters boyz"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

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

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,