This is a song about "Came of the e way tickin"

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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

The clock is tickin', this is no time for dissin',

You just working with the scraps you was given

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

To make your way back to the place you came from once you're awakenin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Came from l.a. where they say is the land of the fame

I walk to the end of the drive way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day