This is a song about "Goody goody s"

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

I used to be the most humble until

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers