This is a song about "How s don t got stile"

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Damn i forgot how much money he got

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow