This is a song about "Let s players"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players