This is a song about "Mohammad s"

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Now you got me hopped up on that

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

But i remain the good kid

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

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

So now she picks up the gun

And that´s how it has begun

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces