This is a song about "Lama s"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Bad, just like an 80's car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

That i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!