This is a song about "Sum got to change little kids taking shots to the brains our youth miss guided it strays when they aim this gun play a shame prison is plots while survivors dodge cops money exchange hands we all materlistic just because u listen don t mean you paying att"

They got all this money while people are poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

So stupid listen to the music and you spit so ruthless now we cool kids,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You use up all your brain to make up one bar while i just use a little bit.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

Through all this it gives me a fright because you never know when today is the last,

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