This is a song about "Boy s"

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that