This is a song about "Hannah s mouth"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana

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

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Okay, go get bruce a banner!, get hannah montana to be our stripper,

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble