This is a song about "Hoes drugs gangsta thugpac"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Like a line full of hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes