This is a song about "Bring back the real nigga like 2pac biggie smalls the rap gods"

Missiles through your rooftop like 2pac, that's the man,

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Genuine leather ill be the glue that bring reality and rap

You'll need a miracle pill to be the next biggie, for real,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

My rap bars bring up the twist

That means i wanna be the highest

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket