This is a song about "Long gangsta raps"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

And finally, everyone got their own problems

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

My sim card's the bomb

My talents for far too long

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill