This is a song about "Dildo s"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We don't believe you, you need more people

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

S on my chest like a superman vest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told