This is a song about "Jr s butthole"

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

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

If only i could go back into the 80’s

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

It's all good, finna dog that

I'm doing shit i never might of did

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will