This is a song about "Valentine s"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only