This is a song about "I was born at the bottom on my way to the top smoking on loud"

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped

I can only imagine, uncle bob

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

I am on my way to the professional universe

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Don't wanna live on the bottom but we we're born inside this basment. its ok.