This is a song about "Tupac eazy e shorty hustle straight outta compton"

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Tell shorty i may change

Said her hearts, in a cage

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Shorty rocking to the beat.

From the back seat, back seat