This is a song about "Hoes drugs gangsta thugpac"

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

People don't condone what they've never seen

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

But rather than singing non praise the dude

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude