This is a song about "I am a gangster"

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

But my character never could be like them, man

And i ain't goin' well

Momma said i am a hell

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature