This is a song about "Gangster disciple"

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

But i want out like michael, but i'm still a disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits