This is a song about "Gangsters mon"

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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