This is a song about "I m a gangsta"

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

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

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

You already are caged

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

No more will we cry

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Go crazy when she hear music

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid