This is a song about "Vile s shan"

And my momma keep smoking that shit

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

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

You fap to ga porn thats fucking vile

They say i don't never smile

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

That scary love, never get married love

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

S on my chest like a superman vest