This is a song about "Gangsta love"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Love rapping love sneakers above those

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

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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