This is a song about "Godly gangster"

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs