This is a song about "Kelsey s ass"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

And that´s how it has begun

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

S on my chest like a superman vest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned