This is a song about "Monther fuckers"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

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

And then you fuckers wonder why i wish i wasn't here,

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

This is not the 8 mother fuckers no its the 9 mile

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Penncounting pennys over tha years

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

Cut the fuckers up black or white

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

A hundred fuckers are nothing. not me, believe in the rest