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

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine