This is a song about "Gettin money and blowin up"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

I'm blowin' up like you thought i would

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Turn up we gettin louder

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

December 4th a star was born