This is a song about "Getting bred taking money robbing people and killing people"

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Im getting tired of people spraying shit and darting off

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Killing innocent people is not part of religion,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

People getting jealous now they cant speak

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep