This is a song about "Fire bullet s"

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

You gotta understand man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Never ever pay rent

She is far bizarre

Bad, just like an 80's car