This is a song about "People hatin"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

If you hatin on me i will smack you in the face

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'