This is a song about "Want to be gangster"

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

You're on my mind more than i want you to be

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I want to be everything to you

You be get up on this fly shit baby

No idea who i want to be