This is a song about "Dar s fat dick"

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

If only i could go back into the 80’s

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess