This is a song about "Actin like a gangsta"

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Cant hold a candle to my infinate fuckin darkness actin like a narcissist and for the last

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Typin fake raps and actin like he could "get some head"

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Actin' like you don't know, yo you look a bit stumped,

I'm everything that they call nice

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease