This is a song about "Sparta left unhealthy boys to die"

So y'all niggas can fly

Now its your turn to die

Im on, im on tha way

Got nothing left to say

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./

When pac get high

You are about to die!

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Never to the left i go

Or somthing and wait to die

You other brothers can’t deny