This is a song about "What are those"

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Squads had me renegade, crack and all those drugs, what?

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

This instrumental hits me man, those memories are long gone

She's bad and she knows

No, no, we are not those

Those fucks didn't learn, so you see, you get what you earn.

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those