This is a song about "Roberto s"

All black everthing on some jigga shit

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

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

We don't believe you, you need more people