This is a song about "Want to be gangster"

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

I want to be respected

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

That shit's clear to me, i want anyone dear to be hidden,

As a figure to someone that they definetly want to be

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Ironically it subs like a hero

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Looking at your money

Which my body doesn't want to be