This is a song about "These true nigga s"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

These nigga want pad on his hand but he dont know his motherland

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

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

We don't believe you, you need more people