This is a song about "Fa s"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clap two times if you drunk

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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