This is a song about "Wannabe gangster"

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A military mind mean money

You're just a wannabe

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

She should have invited her

And i'm like a gangster