This is a song about "Gangsta raps"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Enough of the weakened raps

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

But i’m praying in advance

I can only construct raps

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.