This is a song about "Gangsta pigeon"

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

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

Yeah, one time for the

He tries to be a gangsta,

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

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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