This is a song about "Gangsters mon"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

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

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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