This is a song about "Mister nice guy"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

I be ballin, they wonder why

Cars are passing by, guy

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Sky high, iced out paradise

Why can't you just play nice

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Mister incredible, has to be credible

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister

When pac get high

Hopin hes the right guy