This is a song about "Henry s flame"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame

And what i spit, is fucking flame.

I wanted the money and never the fame

Gotta flame higher then a motherfucker

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

It´s the battle of life

We hustle to survive

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

She got back with her old boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy