This is a song about "Heather s butt"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt