This is a song about "Pop s painting"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Red dots cause i’m red hot

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing