This is a song about "Tupac bishop"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Ya i'll believe that when biggie and tupac had a romance/

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Coming from where tupac, dr. dre and ice cube

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Like hip hop trying to find its new tupac

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

To find a tupac documentary which happens/