This is a song about "Tupac the besst"

Like hip hop trying to find its new tupac

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

And tupac the original king of rap

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

To find a tupac documentary which happens/

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Tupac started it, and ima finish it like this/