This is a song about "2pac diss"

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Because this record is only to diss

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Cause you are on the diss,

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

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