This is a song about "2pac addressing the world crime"

Guess im ahead of my time

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Feel like humanity is lost, money the cause of the crime

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Cause they fear me in physical form

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

I painted a crime just for the feds

And everybody's having sex