This is a song about "You can t spiy"

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Westside, bitch i run mine

In the caravan with some latin bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch