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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

See with a district columbia vision

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

I really can't under what s the fighting for

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'