This is a song about "Girl s ass"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

You know...you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress