This is a song about "Gangsta raps"

I'm everything that they call nice

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

Not likely like stay long please

I'm the head coach of the team

Purple drank that gangsta lean

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta