This is a song about "Pop s painting"

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

But really you can't touch this scene that i am painting

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

You chris, i rock

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Forgot how to smile, while on faces the smile i'm painting///

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

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Or something that you paid for

Fucking painting picture