This is a song about "Tupac"

And tupac spit on their territory/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

When tupac was wearing the nose piercing with the curved brim

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

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

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