This is a song about "Coke hoes and big screen tv s"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

We're stupid and confused, blow the fuse on the tv screen,

See my self on the tv screen/

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

See my self on the tv screen/