This is a song about "Enter your perr"

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

To apologize for all the crap that had to enter

Medicine men and shamans saw it as a way to enter the spirit land

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Enter the building through the window

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

What is hittin' for

And as soon as you enter...

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Im bout to enter my prime

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme