This is a song about "Dad s ass"

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Heystop running your mouth

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

She got something i never had

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get