This is a song about "Dear pac"

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Goddamn, the boy's back

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Doctor: dear god, please tell me this is part of a skit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I said i'm hurting her

My knees on the ground, dear father