This is a song about "Gangsters lif"

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

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

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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals