This is a song about "Traverse it s girth"

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

Eat some tira and show my girth/ tira's my bitch and this is my hurt/

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

When you took my hand up so calm

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