This is a song about "Nate w"

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

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

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

And all women who had light features, see

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

I'm coming home with you

You wont win even with a w,

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money