This is a song about "Gangsta walkin"

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

He turned into your everyday gangsta

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass