This is a song about "2pac and phoenix wright"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

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

That's word to my mom

When 2pac got shot early on

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Dumb fuck i drink the same fuckin #juice as 2pac

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Speaking my two way's trynna put it wright for the chase

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

"hit 'em up" like 2pac, 420 in "faggot you're finished",