This is a song about "Milo s"

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

But the same deposition take it every time

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I pop one, you pop one

And that´s how it has begun

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys