This is a song about "Marcus betraying my music group he likes vb and he gets drunk off music"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Winked as he sunk into his drunk grave too early for some, kids sit and piss

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/

Music and writing were my only friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

Aslong as theres no witness and he gets to fuck her senseless

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Music is my life, and it's my first love

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit