This is a song about "Leo s"

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

The outline which you n****s out dated

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

It´s the battle of life

Take her back to where i live

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed