This is a song about "You ain t gangster"

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

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

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack