This is a song about "Scott the gangster"

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,