This is a song about "Guns nwa eazy e ice cube dre dre money bitches"

Now its only moderate

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

-w.a, cube, hey doc, ren yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Looking at me and my dre beats

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Dre say how he feel, but left the feeling at home.