This is a song about "Gangsta raps"

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

I'm a beast with the raps,

Now if you give us a chance

My all gold rolly or the

He tries to be a gangsta,

Enough of the weakened raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

So, just tell me something about yourself

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass