This is a song about "Robert dix fag has no friends eazy j and dr tre"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Crying and wondering why he had no goddamn friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Niggas out here yellin no new friends

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Until she's no longer living and death has fucking risen

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

This is no duplicity, this is simply eazy being a mastermind, but i am often

And now that i’m getting money

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters