This is a song about "Gangsta gun"

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

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

So before i go, you should harvest food

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Just give me a carrot gun

What up girl, tell me how you been

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

Top ranked, number one my son

I went to get the gun

Everything ain't what it seems

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

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace