This is a song about "Mcdonald s"

Young money, d-town's all star

Bad, just like an 80's car

It´s the battle of life

And when i start to rise

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit