This is a song about "Bad singers"

Ain't even tryna hold back

Luxury life, results living bad

Man that was fuckin bad

Quick flipping up sexy back

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

When i am mad, and things look bad/

No, not bombs over baghdad

Let's enjoy our younger years

A bunch a singers and sinners

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

And stop / freeze for singers they can please