This is a song about "2 pac"

To 2 pac b.i.g, easy e and the beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

And please never disrespect my set

Don't let the juice spill pac!

And i got that bait, they all bad

That i am a white and write diss tracks like pac did.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Pinch pitching for hitchcock up in heaven with pac

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

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

I remember watchin' 2-pac and biggie spittin' givin' me an inspiration and a method//

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Was pac right about being conceived in prison