This is a song about "Alex never buying tubular x s"

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

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

Now you buying birthday presents

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I’d be buying her chains

I know what it takes

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clap two times if you drunk