This is a song about "Satan s children"

That photograph is fading

I swear to satan i'm saying

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Don't mistake it for satan

But this gon make us rich mr. reagan

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

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time