This is a song about "Rap gangsta"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Whether teddy or pat

Dont need consent to rap

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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