This is a song about "The gangsta"

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

He tries to be a gangsta,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

But i let off everything i have

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass