This is a song about "Little s"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

With only two songs, look at what i did

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

That gyal want mi ride har

Bad, just like an 80's car

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