This is a song about "Madison s a bumb"

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

My tires align with the play, but the times out

I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does