This is a song about "Gangsta party"

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Got tired of running from the police

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Toast, toast to the party!

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass