This is a song about "Gangsta couple"

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Yeah i then sold a couple o's to a couple hoes

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

I downed a couple slugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Rollin' down the four o five

To grab a couple knives

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Ross and folarin, couple women