This is a song about "2pac hollywood bitch cash broke new york king high fuck broads"

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

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Bow for ya new king derailled psycho

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

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

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact