This is a song about "Mackin as gangsta i need of cash"

High as fuck, i just need my head straight/

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Speaking of need, i need to go spark up the green

I get it, you got cash,

So chase the air hide your stash

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed