This is a song about "Little gangster"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

And i'm like a gangster

I think it excited her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

Hope all over again, we can start

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

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

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud