This is a song about "This aint s real s i represent my colors till i die g s"

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Super magic, abracadabra kid

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did