This is a song about "Carissa s boobs"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs