This is a song about "Gangsters selling illegal booze"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I ain't interested in fame

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

I sit to drink water as though it were booze,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.

Revelations say you either fry or fly