This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

So before i go, you should harvest food

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

3m's on my new balance

We bustin' like shot guns

He turned into your everyday gangsta

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

With no guns and no shields

I'm why baby mamas leave