This is a song about "That s on everything"

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I put that on everything

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Everything that i spit,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

I remember everything and that night

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Tryna find the one

And that´s how it has begun