This is a song about "Afro s"

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wonder if they take it all back

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.