This is a song about "Gangsta girlfriend"

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill