This is a song about "Nigga s"

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

S on my chest like a superman vest

Half your body laying on my chest

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

When they twist and talk with they fingers

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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