This is a song about "Keep out"

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But for now, i'll just keep looking out that window, today/

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago