This is a song about "Twelvie wannabe gangsters"

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

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

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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