This is a song about "Turn yo gangsta diwn"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Here they keep a rachet close

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Yo yo, hop into my mercedes

As much as i wanna leave

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep