This is a song about "On my gangsta shit"

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I try to tell them i'm one of the

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

After that moscato hit

Baby im on my other shit,

I just crush a lot on my big pun shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket