This is a song about "Polish gangster"

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

The wrong drink, the right work

You gangster acting bastard.

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

You acting hard they call you platinum polish,