This is a song about "Slammed"

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You should give up because your gunna get slammed i might be lost but your gunna be damned

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Huh, a metaphor of course

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more