This is a song about "Sadie s"

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

This is why her nigga mad

The dead society of a poet

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit