This is a song about "2pac ft"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

It's either 6 ft deep or penitentiary,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

Dragging you by your bare hair and burying you 6 ft in the ground

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

We're young and we don't give a fuck

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

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

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

When 2pac got shot early on

That's word to my mom

I'll pull a fucking 2pac push you off a building like jdot's got the juice now

In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how