This is a song about "The gangsta"

My all gold rolly or the

He tries to be a gangsta,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

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

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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