This is a song about "2pac"

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Missiles through your rooftop like 2pac, that's the man,

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Not against it or id be found dead like 2pac nation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Ready to murder you like 2pac, roll a blunt, smoke your ashes

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

I'll pull a fucking 2pac push you off a building like jdot's got the juice now

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow