This is a song about "Luke s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Or let the mob handle that

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

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress