This is a song about "Jack s ego"

"im not saying jack shit"

I put some cash in ya pocket

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

Ego big as a bus,

So now this work's been worthless

And sipping the jack they pass

Got my foot on the gas

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

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

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

My ego is big as kanye west,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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