This is a song about "2pac"

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

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

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

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

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

What the fuck happened to rap when