This is a song about "Gangsta kids"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Why are the little kids having little kids

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I try and respect kids

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Everything ain't what it seems

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Stories we were told as kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude