This is a song about "S here"

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

The real muscle in the message of that

The outline which you n****s out dated

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,