This is a song about "Babe your different"

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Its no different, from the iron ones, your grandfather fought

Well babe i've never felt this way

Then some lady named billie holiday

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

But your golfing says different, your nothing short from cruddy,

They infiltrate our homes, africa

See that babe on the cover of maxim (ya)

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I'll jerk off over something that i just saw on babe station,

New york, va, dc, get paid

If know whats good for ya babe

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

Now that'll give you the scares cause i broke your ass in three different locations,

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.