This is a song about "2 pac"

Become the greatest rapper since pac died

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Don't let the juice spill pac!

She always comin back

But i'll never do my nigga like pac did

After party crib full of broads all naked

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever