This is a song about "Sos"

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Like hallo, if only

And then you have the nerve

Strumming my pain with his fingers

New york, va, dc, get paid

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And so is this whole family