This is a song about "Fucking someone s girlfreind"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

That i'll be noticed by someone

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I just want someone to listen

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

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

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

If only i could go back into the 80’s

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

It´s the battle of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will