This is a song about "Unjust members"

To be emcees with no embers or members to represent, time to reprimand,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Members only i'm cocky

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

It creates dead members of families