This is a song about "Valentine s"

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

And that´s how it has begun

Top ranked, number one my son

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise

S on my chest like a superman vest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and