This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I'm the head coach of the team

Purple drank that gangsta lean

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,