This is a song about "Chu is a dead nigga"

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your shit is whack, nigga

My all gold rolly or the

My kick game be making fifa envy

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

Battle section is good and all, but for a wild nigga like me, that shits too small

Your shit is dead and outdated

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

So if i do call it's just a check

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.