This is a song about "Homie nate hittin what s"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money