This is a song about "Versace tyga s flow"

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

To this day, the game, will never be the same