This is a song about "Pepperoni s"

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

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

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

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

But somehow it made them listen

And that´s how it has begun

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit