This is a song about "Tupac shakur"

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

And tupac spit on their territory/

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Than to be a true legend like tupac shakur

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

When tupac was wearing the nose piercing with the curved brim

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats