This is a song about "Nazi s"

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

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

A rebel and a cop, savior and a nazi when it comes to rap/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

If only i could go back into the 80’s

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Know the time, know what it's like

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold