This is a song about "Keith richards"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

You my master i can be your slave

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Sell my soul, price of coal

Purify that woman soul

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice