This is a song about "Gangsta girl"

He turned into your everyday gangsta

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera