This is a song about "Gangsta youngsters"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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