This is a song about "2pac"

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

I say left cause 2pac died a long time ago.

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

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

Cause they fear me in physical form

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin