This is a song about "How s and money"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We don't believe you, you need more people

How to get my rent money

Chillin' with homies and family

You got friends how only cares about your money!

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Damn i forgot how much money he got