This is a song about "Posh people and gangstas"

But i - somehow, some way

Gangstas dying from day to day

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

Which leads to your people and my people clash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Babies turn into shooters

I hurt people worse and worse

And these imitation people are insignificant/

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

People forgettin about hard work and that grind