This is a song about "Baqir s my niga"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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