This is a song about "1not singing this song in your choir or in your orchestra"

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

No matter what city or town your in you're gonna get screwed

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Raise your hand or be put in the lesson arc

This a different motor man better go to work

Your fucking weak, you'll never make a song or be featured.

First day in your new life, or another day in hell tormented by your past.

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

Wife in this song, strife unfurled via a knife, i sigh in spite this fight in fright

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight