This is a song about "Wannbe gangsters"

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that