This is a song about "Gangsta life"

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

My bitch roll the kush: we smoking japanese

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

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

He turned into your everyday gangsta