This is a song about "Fake gir s"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

If i should die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

S on my chest like a superman vest

The day before is better than the present