This is a song about "Guns sex drugs bitches money fame"

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed