This is a song about "Afro s"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,