This is a song about "He s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Where i from, it get cold

S queezys very bold

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

S on my chest like a superman vest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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