This is a song about "Your grandma died don t be saf"

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

O.k loony tunes, plotting to kill me tupac if i died sure my death be a mystery

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims