This is a song about "Biggie"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

East with biggie and group home

I don't need no fucking throne

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Just like the homie biggie said

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Place ya feet up, gimme the loot like biggie said it,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

This bluegrass biggie flow got you admirin in my afterglow/

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Remember pac and biggie to them i say fuck the fame,

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain