This is a song about "Sat s"

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

You get close but no cigar

Bad, just like an 80's car

Where i from, it get cold

S queezys very bold

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Heystop running your mouth

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes