This is a song about "Ja rule diss by 2pac"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

But you hate them navel kisses

Car with no limit what

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Your diss deflects off the beast your seized by my words deity frequency

Twista finna get up on the track

Dumb fuck i drink the same fuckin #juice as 2pac

The thugs say i'm cool

And remember my rule

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first