This is a song about "Dumi s hairline"

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

S queezys very bold

I say that the pool is closed

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Get it back and shit

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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