This is a song about "It s just me and you"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It can't be you and me,

I dropped out and made it, so be just like me.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

When i looked at you for the first time, it was just me and you in our own world

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And that´s how it has begun

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

So you just do you like you do and you believe you made it