This is a song about "They hate my music"

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Before, music reflected my feelings,

They say it's rude, abuse it, this music, i use it, stupid,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Now i'm at my music peak

What do i really need

Well don't fake the music, cos i hate the sound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

They may not like it, but they ain’t gonna hate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid