This is a song about "Gangsta ass rap"

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Got tired of running from the police

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash