This is a song about "Gangsta"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be