This is a song about "Tupac"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

The realest in the game, i'm bumpin' tupac in this bitch

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

And tupac the original king of rap

I know the world been waiting for that

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long