This is a song about "Folk gangsta diciple"

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

An early toke, not a burly bloke, but sturdy folk

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

He tries to be a gangsta,

Yeah, one time for the