This is a song about "Georgia s development"

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

10th grade, eyes red as shit

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

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That's why i never claimed i was the best

S on my chest like a superman vest