This is a song about "Tiffani s boobs"

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house

Bad, just like an 80's car

You know...you know who you are

And modify your opinion

And that´s how it has begun

And when theres booze their is boobs

I still got my nike boots

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet