This is a song about "That s"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress