This is a song about "Inta s"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress