This is a song about "Tupac words"

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Tupac shakur gave voice to all the masses with his rhymes,

To find a tupac documentary which happens/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

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

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

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

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