This is a song about "E30 s"

The outline which you n****s out dated

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

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

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told