This is a song about "Gangsters boyz"

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that