This is a song about "Real gangsters"

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

No gimmick: real time, real heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love