This is a song about "Who s that"

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

 but that would make me who,

Look, ambition will define you

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see