This is a song about "Get rich or die trying"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Until i die or latinos will.

Is it me or is it you?i dont have a clue,all i know we die trying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

But at least fo' i die i'll get one or two on who let this happen,

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

I'm just trying to disperse words for a rich verse

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers