This is a song about "1940 s gender conventions"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

No body knows your gender u ain't a man

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run