This is a song about "Gangsta grilled cheese"

Modify your quota bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

He tries to be a gangsta,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash