This is a song about "Bert bert poppa squirt"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

But still got the mommentem to make girls squirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I hope that pussy shaved so i watch it squirt squirt squirt

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

You claim you clap rounds but you must mean with a squirt gun