This is a song about "Tupac had beef with biggie"

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

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I’ll be there on the top ten lists with dre and tupac,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Now i'm in the zone

East with biggie and group home

I had beef with that motherfucker back in the day,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef