This is a song about "Gangsters in the 1920"

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Vest i waz 13 making pussys take there last breath..i fuck with gangsters and

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Stuck in the in the tub,

So much to say a scrabble game

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

The vacancy that sat in my heart