This is a song about "Caught a body about a week ago"

I say left cause 2pac died a long time ago.

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago

Three lunch boxes a week,

We can't catch the beat

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

I bet you wouldn't grimace and know a minute ago,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Few years ago i didn't even have a roof