This is a song about "Gangsters in the 1920"

I don't really give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

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