This is a song about "20 s"

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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