This is a song about "The gangsta"

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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