This is a song about "2pac dead"

Pay dues like a hair salon

When 2pac got shot early on

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

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Even when my dreams are dead

Like a church in debt

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

That rap is mostly dead/

Nobody ain't own us yet