This is a song about "Folk gangsta diciple"

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

He turned into your everyday gangsta

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

So before i go, you should harvest food

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.