This is a song about "Shaun s head"

Cold, my style making my nose run

And that´s how it has begun

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Bad, just like an 80's car

Don't go to far

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

I know the world been waiting for that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

I just wanna be higher than that

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does