This is a song about "Gangsta kids"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

I'm everything that they call nice

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Why are the little kids having little kids

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit