This is a song about "What s eart"

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I used to be the most humble until

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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