This is a song about "Nando s"

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

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

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

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,