This is a song about "Bit he s"

You ain't gon find that

I wanna sip a lil bit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Back off before you get bit

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

He throws up every single bit of his hell

Nevermind, i'm not going into it bit by bit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

We don't believe you, you need more people

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