This is a song about "Gangsters in the 1920"

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I say that keeps me going

Knocked out in the lunch in

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

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

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

In the foreground while i'm in the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets