This is a song about "Good s"

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

You're in a seminar

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done