This is a song about "Afro s"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

S on my chest like a superman vest

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Bad, just like an 80's car

That gyal want mi ride har

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

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

I spazz, yo; flowing, i'm going, showing my afro

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

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

Cus if your love was all i had

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb