This is a song about "Gangsta"

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging