This is a song about "Gangsta ass"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

I was being an ass

She graduated top of the class

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

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

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.

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Kicked out on my own ass