This is a song about "White gangsters"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Aw man, it's been a ride

The do’s and don’ts are black and white