This is a song about "Gangsta ways you hate"

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He tries to be a gangsta,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Last chance you gotta mend your ways 'fore i send you away into lifeless.

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

You way afraid because you degraded us, the hate,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

With your attention seekin ways, ain't no way you can stop 'em

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Play this shit while you contemplate

Then lost her faith again

You think hate gonna inflict pain