This is a song about "1 pac"

Good kids make bad grown ups

#1 (#single #syllables)

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Like a even better pac in his prime

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

When they hear me rocking the groove