This is a song about "These how s"

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

When you ask me how i perform these rhymes, i just did

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I don't want no fucking crown

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

Bet i get like 8 of them

So how can you bring these crimes

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

It's so ironic how we use these metaphors to try and ease the pain,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple