This is a song about "Sat s"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

So i sat back and argued for u case

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that