This is a song about "Dissipate"

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Meditate. i don't hesitate when i spit straight fire i leave you to dissipate

Soon you will dissipate into the air like water vapor,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And i need you to dissipate,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

What you think that storm in your mind will just fucking dissipate?

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake