This is a song about "Gage s"

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Then play you all my latest shit

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I know what you do with that

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bet i'm heavy with that

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

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk