This is a song about "Better band"

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

But what can one boy do against a band.

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You are so stupid to understand that you can't even rap in a kg band

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Do tell us? who's better?

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And i'm told it gets better

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots