This is a song about "Blacky s curves"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Carol city or was it the west

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill