This is a song about "Butterfly s"

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

You be on that stalker shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

A butterfly in a bee's hive; was never meant to be.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!