This is a song about "Sam s head"

Even uncle sam agrees.

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

If only i could go back into the 80’s

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess