This is a song about "Megan s"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And that´s how it has begun

Go where you ain't been

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Bad, just like an 80's car

I'm a fucking rap star

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce