This is a song about "Nathan s raps"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Quick with the intricate raps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

S on my chest like a superman vest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Enough of the weakened raps

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble