This is a song about "Gangsters in the 1920"

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

In the foreground while i'm in the

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,