This is a song about "She s an"

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

She once was all country, once was like you an me,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

She don't put me down like an anchor cause i was late

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Tied with an evil eye since junior high. i remember she would hide

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Bad, just like an 80's car

Hope my city is not too far

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape