This is a song about "Nigga s"

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

Tryna find the one

And that´s how it has begun

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

S on my chest like a superman vest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress