This is a song about "Making it out of southbend"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

I am making this out of reanimated beats scheme and inflated trays when,

Making it happen, vegas on acid

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

A couple of sprites but no beer

Making fun of a queer

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And start making all kinds of commotion