This is a song about "Gangsta mobb gz"

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

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

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet