This is a song about "Bragging about my baby"

I don’t give a fuck about you bragging rappers packing heat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

To be alive with a grand baby who's about five

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

On my ride on the bills baby i

I shine like something in the sky