This is a song about "Tu pac"

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

16 on death rowit's to all my partners in the penitentiaries

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Don’t you be holding back

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Sometimes a beef erupts like big and pac shakur,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Check it, my first verse was more deadly then tu pacs curse,

Were about sackin, crackin and snappin, rappin like 2 pac been,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position