This is a song about "Inta s"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I know the world been waiting for that

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe