This is a song about "2pac and tities"

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

When 2pac got shot early on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

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

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist