This is a song about "Alzheimer s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

If only i could go back into the 80’s

And i'm a just take another guess

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Heystop running your mouth

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

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

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers