This is a song about "Gangsta grills"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems