This is a song about "Slammed trucks"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I always left doors slammed and locked,

Snitches here don't got no heart

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

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

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

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

And let's change the way we treat each other

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus