This is a song about "Fucking someone s girlfreind"

Someone blow the whistle,

I don't need no single

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

She gonna dance when that molly through

Time to go find someone new

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Looking at someone who hoops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up