This is a song about "Feelin gangsta"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

He turned into your everyday gangsta

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I'm feelin like a king,

We no longer close or nothing

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera