This is a song about "Jack breaking his hand by punching a wall because his girlfriend left him"

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

The manic is back with brainiac by his left

And i got them gold bottles, first place

His conscience can take him to his grave

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Who turns a cold shoulder to him and his ego

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl