This is a song about "Im a mutherfucking gangsta"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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