This is a song about "Nacho s"

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Inferior, but i'm nice

It´s the battle of life

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit