This is a song about "You ain t gangster"

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?