This is a song about "Nick s jayce game"

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Now move a little bit to the left

S on my chest like a superman vest

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce