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

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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

I got rich from a little struggle

Man i hustle, i hustle.

I got a shorty name texas and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

The drug that they brain need

Shorty rocking to the beat.