This is a song about "Chan s"

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,