This is a song about "S"

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

S on my chest like a superman vest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I just play my part make moves like chess

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival