This is a song about "Laura s love"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

S on my chest like a superman vest

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Just to match the grind with precision

And that´s how it has begun

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

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