This is a song about "Glocks and biggie smells"

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

My shit so dank it smells

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

Life with out biggie and tupac is a life with cops actin all piggy, and rhymes all whack,

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I remember watchin' 2-pac and biggie spittin' givin' me an inspiration and a method//