This is a song about "Boy s"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

You know...you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

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