This is a song about "Internet gangsters"

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Trying out this internet shit

See i let my nigga split that

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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