This is a song about "Scott the gangster"

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

A working genius, a work of art

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Double m self made we forever rich

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.