This is a song about "Baqir s my niga"

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Reloads a punch of glass niga ima cut you harass

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned