This is a song about "Living with bitches"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Whip bitches with greek tar.

That gal want me ride har

Living with a mininum got me troubled

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs