This is a song about "I fount my tresure"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I love my life, and i love my wife

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I got my drink, i got my music

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.