This is a song about "Mira s hymen"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Bad, just like an 80's car

I'm a fucking rap star

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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