This is a song about "Gangsters selling booze in th 1920"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Dreaming in 5 years ill be selling out venues

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Weed smoke, booze and violence

So hold back ya tears

You can't face th' brutal honest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

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

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

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

To unleash the anger from the booze.