This is a song about "Ima a gangster"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

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

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

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

Ima spark it off like a spartan pardon

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Going broke, no sir

And i'm like a gangster

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Im not a gangster, but i won't hesitate to let the luger clap bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women