This is a song about "1960s"

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Emceeing skills arent build in a day just like rome

In every thought, in every word

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

If its a different state or different city?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My lyrics are shockers i stay on the bridges illusions feel vivid my pineal gland

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Wheres the part where i sing

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits