This is a song about "Tyson s carrot"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple