This is a song about "We are gangsters"

Inside we are coming in a

You're fucking with me, nigga

We are on the fucking cusp

You couldn't live your life for the moment

I don't know, obviously i disappear

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

Young money, d-town's all star

Just because of who we are,

See with a district columbia vision

We are bred by consumerism

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Are feet as we keep going,