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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

I really can't under what s the fighting for

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

S on my chest like a superman vest