This is a song about "Brother s"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

She was lucky, so was her brother

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

I'm a fucking rap star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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