This is a song about "What s up gangsta"

What the fuck is up with that,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Yeah, one time for the

He tries to be a gangsta,

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up

I know you're mad, but so what

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

For thinking you clean

Purple drank that gangsta lean