This is a song about "S s"

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

I pop one, you pop one

And that´s how it has begun

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

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

Y'all similes is literal shit

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and