This is a song about "Puppy s"

Bad, just like an 80's car

You know...you know who you are

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

And that´s how it has begun

I'm a son of gun

She can make a pimp fall in love

That's thick like puppy slush,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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