This is a song about "40 s and chronic"

The insomnia that's chronic

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

I be on some other shit

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Let's sit back and watch the world burn, take turns, blaze chronic,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple