This is a song about "Sick or bitche nigga s"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

You know, i ain't never been in no nigga case or his paperwork

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

And i put you on the team

Is he sick or just obscene?

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Notice how sick i am, don't steal my shit or get it quoted/

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red