This is a song about "Internet gangsters"

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane