This is a song about "Gangsters kills"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

It kills me inside and i know you can see,

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

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

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame