This is a song about "God s s jerk"

But i remain the good kid

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

The world looking out, they on the front row