This is a song about "Tupac bigge"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Like hip hop trying to find its new tupac

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

Coming from where tupac, dr. dre and ice cube

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And tupac spit on their territory/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To find a tupac documentary which happens/

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time