This is a song about "Gangsters drugs wcs murder"

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Say bye bye to her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs