This is a song about "Fam chillen and doing my thing"

And witness the entire n.w.a. thing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

And all my dreams are shattered shes the only thing im after/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Publicity my enemy and the one thing i really need

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Thats what my dad was doing

Let my angel sing

And in the lack of my answers i am left with but one thing,

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving