This is a song about "Gangsta rules"

Or did you not get the rules

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

He turned into your everyday gangsta

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

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

Still got my nike boots

They say, "follow the rules,

This is to my unborn child

Infatuation it rules my mind

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

Niggas die over shoes