This is a song about "Jr s butthole"

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

So now she picks up the gun

And that´s how it has begun

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

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

And you are not around like black fathers

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill