This is a song about "Internet gangsters"

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals