This is a song about "Michelle s money"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Now move a little bit to the left

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

Attention is a must

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on