This is a song about "Sadie s"

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Bad, just like an 80's car

I know i've came so far

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

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

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

And that´s how it has begun

Catch you up on places i've been