This is a song about "Tattoo s"

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Bad, just like an 80's car

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Tattoo bars, that can't ever fade out