This is a song about "Pussy drug s and gangs"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,