This is a song about "Gangsta gun"

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Since i was left with no hope

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You talkin bout toting that gun

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Puts that gun to his temple

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Escaping from my fucken gun

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.