This is a song about "Emma s panties"

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

S on my chest like a superman vest

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now i ain't actually droppin' panties but you don't have to be mad at me

If only i could go back into the 80’s

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.