This is a song about "Savage s"

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

You fuck around wit a real savage

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

The savage with the statics

They bringing me fish and chips

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process