This is a song about "Gangsters"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i put that on my name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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