This is a song about "Tupac and biggie"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

We never tattle, let god handle that

And tupac the original king of rap

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

With out people like reggie, jay-z, tupac and biggie

And all women who had light features, see

Coming from where tupac, dr. dre and ice cube

So before i go, you should harvest food

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And tupac spit on their territory/

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good