This is a song about "Wendy s"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Busy raising babies and living on tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite