This is a song about "Ricsi s ass"

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

From curb surfingwe working the industry

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit