This is a song about "C s"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And all anyone cares about is the c

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Go to s c take on the game cocks

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

My name is little c

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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