This is a song about "Blacky s curves"

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

I used to be the most humble until

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Woman kinda like baseball, i'm always watchin they curves

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Enter first perv. swerve around the curves, turn,

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit