This is a song about "My lovely subscriber"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Az's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My campaign for the top successful, signified with a lovely champaign,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Grab my knife and my gun

And i am one of one

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

If they think i'm a make a fucking sequel to recovery, how lovely to think that,