This is a song about "God s messenger"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Bad, just like an 80's car

That gal want me ride har

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

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

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

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

S on my chest like a superman vest