This is a song about "Twelvie wannabe gangsters"

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

You're just a wannabe

Nothin sweet when i attend, see