This is a song about "Stop the s machin"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

The outline which you n****s out dated

I wish the voices would stop and stop

They burn on every block