This is a song about "Folk gangsta diciple"

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Enough talking bout them other folk

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

They vaguely decipher my language

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.