This is a song about "Good s"

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Til they're as good as d12's kon artis

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet