This is a song about "Weed money gangster"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And i'm like a gangster

The only time i flirt with her

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat