This is a song about "Gangsters money weed"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

I can always go home and look down my street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Slow and steady wins this race

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Who be puffin that weed

This is the concrete