This is a song about "Haile s a butch"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people