This is a song about "Stir fry"

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Fighting like some kinda u.f.o sighting...stir up the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour