This is a song about "Galaxy s"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Heystop running your mouth