This is a song about "Posh people and gangstas"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Now you got a masters

Upon people and their banners

Which leads to your people and my people clash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

And bad bitches give me head and tell

And people give me hell

Reading shit my critics say

Gangstas dying from day to day

And werent we just the two cutest people

Cause this album pack enough evil

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Real gangstas move in silence