This is a song about "It s finised"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

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

Pay dues like a hair salon

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters