This is a song about "Palpitation"

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

Meet me face to face i'll have you shaking like a bitch,

85 degrees in oakland, with a vibration

Sayin "what a site" at yo rhymes like i'm on vacation

And the fragrance of my blunt will have most of you chumps shaking

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making