This is a song about "Waxing my ball s"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Orangatang bitch tryna hang from my dick like my ball sack,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches