This is a song about "Gangsta walkin"

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

And i know - there'll never be peace