This is a song about "The70 s"

Bad, just like an 80's car

You get close but no cigar

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Pay dues like a hair salon

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple