This is a song about "Gangsta life"

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Just give her back. or life, life, life expect attack.

I don't know why i'm even on this track

He tries to be a gangsta,

My all gold rolly or the

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more