This is a song about "Miranda s ass"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

It´s the battle of life

Rollin' down the four o five

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

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

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