This is a song about "Gangsters mon"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

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

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

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

Trying to renovate the game

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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