This is a song about "Lindsey s tits"

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

It´s the battle of life

Then put it into sex drive

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

So here i am at the store for some chips

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,