This is a song about "Being in top"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Blow up and being in a position

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Just for me being weird in the past/

Just for me being weird in the past/

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

For being the absent dad in attendance

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Instead of being in class

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock