This is a song about "The moh boyz"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

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

Your body's right as rain

The realist in the game

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

Got the passion for the music

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit