This is a song about "Gangster dying"

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

Im living every second that im dying

And i'm like a gangster

And that i spent the night with her

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Giving life to dying breeds

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure