This is a song about "God s mout"

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

It´s the battle of life

Before we see it's hard to live

Bad, just like an 80's car

If there’s a shining star

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

That happen to act like a black president

S on my chest like a superman vest