This is a song about "Katy s ass"

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

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

Pay dues like a hair salon

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police