This is a song about "Nikki mina s"

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

S on my chest like a superman vest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

I was kissin nikki haley