This is a song about "Garry s mod"

Could be applied to this shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

S on my chest like a superman vest

Then push the milk on a slow bend

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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