This is a song about "9 s 40 s"

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

And you are not around like black fathers

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

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

X came through, caught lighter fluid