This is a song about "Alex s dong"

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

I done your mom whats wrong you just found out she can suck a dong?

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

S on my chest like a superman vest

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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