This is a song about "It s options"

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

My options, let him roll, bleed, or die is my object.. if

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

The only range of options for me is to be a rapper or athlete,

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

And that´s how it has begun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death