This is a song about "Active"

Though independently active, somehow they act in synch,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Dumb rhymes/ my mind active/ a pro giving y'all classes/ so pay attention/

Is to be active at night

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Active when the clock strikes 1:00 am

Put burners in the hands, of the black man