This is a song about "Who s"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Pay dues like a hair salon

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

Or let the mob handle that

The outline which you n****s out dated

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred k in twenty-two hours