This is a song about "Prostitute s"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Carol city or was it the west

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

Strumming my pain with his fingers