This is a song about "Poor gangster"

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Living a life harder than a gangster

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud