This is a song about "Gangsta pigeon"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Purple drank that gangsta lean

It's roc nation, this my team

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

My all gold rolly or the

He tries to be a gangsta,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Raisin' in a pigeon-hole; being told -"it is all you could be given..."