This is a song about "Potatos pizza s mustard"

Twista finna get up on the track

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,