This is a song about "Unjust members"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Got tired of running from the police

It creates dead members of families

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Members only i'm cocky

We like to party