This is a song about "Henry s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit