This is a song about "Gangsta bitch"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

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

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

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Fuckin myopic bitch

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Gangsta rap started to influence me first , old school rap is next , eminem was the best

He tries to be a gangsta,

My all gold rolly or the