This is a song about "She s still goddess"

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

No matter how they acted she still wanted them around

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

It's morning and she still screaming, if i give it to her she gon take it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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