This is a song about "Gangsters boyz"

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

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

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz