This is a song about "Wutang or nwa"

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter