This is a song about "S s h"

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

And that´s how it has begun

Top ranked, number one my son

The master of this rap shit

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

It's all good, finna dog that

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

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame