This is a song about "S"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You know...you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

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