This is a song about "Nick s jayce game"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

S on my chest like a superman vest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

See i let my nigga split that

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!