This is a song about "Wannabe gangsta"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since