This is a song about "Gangsters mon"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

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

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

On trial for possession of some chronic