This is a song about "Sung ji"

I guess i hit the jackpot/

Before your roll get popped

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Or to dig your grave... but my mind won't make up it's mind and behave!

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I am a leader, and definitely not a follower

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I find the truth bout our famed institutions

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

To hold a pastel and draw the tears for me to see

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy