This is a song about "Gangster dying"

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Im living every second that im dying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

And dying every second im living

And this will be the song that we sing

Gangstas dying from day to day

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one