This is a song about "Murder corps s"

They will always try whether its murder

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,