This is a song about "Dear pac"

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

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

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

And please never disrespect my set

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Dear me, in about ten years

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)