This is a song about "Gangsta youngsters"

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

See i'm a good guy but when i see dead casualties

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

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

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

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

In time our wonders / will become sublime to youngsters

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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