This is a song about "Poor gangster"

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Busy raising babies and living on tour

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Here i go again, searching for love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for