This is a song about "Pakistani s"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit