This is a song about "Life s mission"

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

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

You based your life off of 50's shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

I know that love it could begin

Women always on a mission

And when i start to rise

It´s the battle of life

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I've already accepted my mission

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Plotting, a fictitious mission that's

Theres nothing called mission abort

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford