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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Gettin high all the time with the girl im gonna make mine,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

But another man had come to his little window shopper,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

The nigga gettin pussy just bustin his rhymes