This is a song about "Dre gettin silly with his little willy"

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I’ll be there on the top ten lists with dre and tupac,

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years