This is a song about "Gangsta fight"

Look, now roll my j tight

I'm sorry that we fight,

You can go ahead and fight

Right side, right side

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He turned into your everyday gangsta

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep