This is a song about "This killer s heart beats gone to heaven"

Yeah i'll show them the reason that my heart beats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Let me start this off quick and simple i was sent from heaven to solve satans

I was on the stairway to heaven

They had a hell of a run

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I know it's nice to hear this shit to win your racist heart,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Turns to shoot but the killer was gone before he even knew what had happened