This is a song about "She s"

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

S on my chest like a superman vest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Bad, just like an 80's car

And my momma keep smoking that shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

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

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!