This is a song about "Zack s raps"

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

See i let my nigga split that

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun