This is a song about "Cummins dually nate cain hot rods"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

But this real, fuck how you feel

Its getting hot in here

And i dont fall to peer pressure when niggas be like......:hey nate come

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Thinking they hot as can be,

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Been running around trying find a job

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot