This is a song about "Slang 7th 182 gangster"

And i be countin' money till i pass out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Living a life harder than a gangster

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You gangster acting bastard.

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules