This is a song about "The coup"

And yea we both coming

The flooding of the nothing

Regardless to all them, i appease her

The replacement of the word "mother"

The weed into the bong

Pay dues like a hair salon

Get you high, keep it on the low

Enter the building through the window

See you was there every year when i needed you

He's out there for you, and he drives in a coup.

I'm the nigga with the juice

With women with issues

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga