This is a song about "Galaxy s"

After that moscato hit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

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

Bad, just like an 80's car

With the goons i spar

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.