This is a song about "Wannbe gangsters"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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