This is a song about "Gangsters"

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Watch an animal planet document on the eagles

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years