This is a song about "I am crazzy gangsta"

Life's about decisions man

Nobody knows alone i really am

Playboy, i don't own that man

For how smart i really am

And thought why am i still alive why am i still here.

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

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

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Years later here i am

They take a loss man

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa