This is a song about "It s overyourr"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

That happen to act like a black president

S on my chest like a superman vest

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

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

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red