This is a song about "Madi s ass"

S on my chest like a superman vest

That happen to act like a black president

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

They had a hell of a run

And that´s how it has begun

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

I don't want it on my back

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will