This is a song about "2pac ft"

Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

It's either 6 ft deep or penitentiary,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap