This is a song about "Weed money gangster"

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Reach for the door, get your access denied

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

You gangster acting bastard.

Yeah you know i got that work