This is a song about "Turn yo gangsta diwn"

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

So while you worry about the hoes

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

Right flows down and they might go nice

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

To whom it may concern

No matter where you turn

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look