This is a song about "Folk gangsta diciple"

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

When my competition ain't much

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Everything ain't what it seems

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

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Enough talking bout them other folk

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,