This is a song about "S"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

S on my chest like a superman vest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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