This is a song about "Cooked ways"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I'm just trying to learn better ways

All the the errors of our ways,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Alike me in so many fucking ways

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Slow and steady wins this race

We went our separate ways

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella