This is a song about "Gangsta girl"

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

You get paid for that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,