This is a song about "Smokin shit girl das all that we do"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit

We all know that one person we detest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I can do all that other shit later

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I'll king's court your girl, do that bitch three times

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

But that shit all ended/

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand