This is a song about "Kelsey s ass"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

It's all good, finna dog that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still