This is a song about "Street s disciple"

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Scream like nightmares from a street

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I keep my money neat

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Leave you severed across the street

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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