This is a song about "Gangsters lif"

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

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit