This is a song about "Greek gangster rap"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

And i'm like a gangster

You gon' tip her

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Living a life harder than a gangster

You know...you know who you are