This is a song about "Dead people s"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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