This is a song about "Nothing more"

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Legally im nothing more than a machinery

But he don't rule a thing

But joseph u aint did nothing

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped