This is a song about "Gangsta"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

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

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa