This is a song about "Writer s block"

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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