This is a song about "Weed money gangster"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Living a life harder than a gangster

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Look it something they can't ever see