This is a song about "Fuck s"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

And when i start to rise

It´s the battle of life

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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