This is a song about "Im racked up"

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Up with rappad and next im posta rhyme

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Im on my come up and when im done

So now she picks up the gun

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Im straight up writing, straight up fightin, im loud like thunder but quick like lightin, im in

So lift mine up to the sky, im up wit dem miles

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I beat the pussy up like im rocky