This is a song about "Jimmy s gay"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

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

Oh, why do i live this way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',