This is a song about "You think your gangster but your a faggot"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Think you're hittin harder but your shit is just a bitch slap

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

No one hates you they think your a great dude

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

If you think your a rap god then your damn wrong

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"