This is a song about "Stop the s machin"

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

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

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I really can't under what s the fighting for

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

One of us crazy, i'm frustrated

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money