This is a song about "Nanna s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Wit my kin that i came in wit

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars