This is a song about "Gangsta shit"

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

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