This is a song about "The model"

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Up to a nigga. what type of role model am i? i love my brotha and i don't want

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

See, i like the person that you are

In the heat of the summer,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape