This is a song about "Gangsta rules"

My all gold rolly or the

He tries to be a gangsta,

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

He turned into your everyday gangsta

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Listen to every word that i slur

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

You can search but you'll never find

Infatuation it rules my mind

They say, "follow the rules,

When they hear me rocking the groove

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Now we must stand tall

Bending language rules and all