This is a song about "Urethra s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

That happen to act like a black president

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Bring that shit the fuck back

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

S queezys very bold

I say that the pool is closed

When you took my hand up so calm

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on