This is a song about "Gangsta ass rap"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit