This is a song about "Nelson gangsta"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

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

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

Nelson mandela(r.i.p)the ultimate achiever went away for a while

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

He tries to be a gangsta,

My all gold rolly or the

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas