This is a song about "Eazy money"

This is no duplicity, this is simply eazy being a mastermind, but i am often

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Oh shit you thought eazy wasn't going back in it under the circumstance, but i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My raps aren't cheesy, i ain't no eazy-e, that's not the shit i create

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

Cash money, financial

That’s only if they handle

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I heard that time is money

Hopin' that my niggas see

How to get my rent money