This is a song about "She s an"

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

You ask me how she is well she's an insane hoe

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

But what she dropped was an electric smash