This is a song about "Regions of the us"

Think of the fore foundas lookin at our pearled things that bound us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bill's, cops looking for us

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

When the two of us are together

To rid of the population further more so they could pass us

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Give us the spirit of mandela

He owns all of us and the school too

It may be not the same for you

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

But you got the armor of a beetle, can't dispute us