This is a song about "Megan s"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

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

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow