This is a song about "Glocks and biggie smalls"

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

And 2 glocks and how you best in this industry you dont know

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac