This is a song about "Joel s"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You, you, you have to pay for that