This is a song about "Gangsta love"

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Pocket racked up all big faces

Love it when ya show me love

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor