This is a song about "Gangsta grills"

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

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

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

I used to be the most humble until

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash