This is a song about "Dead heart"

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

Is not far from white girls with big bread

No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You shot right through my heart.

Soon as we start

Nobody ain't own us yet

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Back from the motherfucking dead

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Sunroof flow so over your head

Like night of the living dead

And please never disrespect my set

If not we're practically dead