This is a song about "Smooth d blunt and saussy s sam"

I'm only eighteen, born and raised up from the d

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And modify your opinion

And that´s how it has begun

Third ward general, young cash money

It deserves a whack and a d

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And boastin cause i know this kid can't prove that his flow is smooth

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Little light in the ass

Hit the blunt and go to ash