This is a song about "Feelin gangsta"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Purple drank that gangsta lean

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Making a movie, spike work

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

So before i go, you should harvest food