This is a song about "Galaxy s"

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

She crazy, that stalker shit

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Like a male version of lauryn hill

And when it's said and done

And that´s how it has begun

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,