This is a song about "Gangsta boo"

You know i'm sneaky boo

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Its all about the rap pad ranks boo boo

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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