This is a song about "On my gangsta shit"

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

He tries to be a gangsta,

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Shit, i done bit my lip on this biz,

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

For the shit i signed my name on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong