This is a song about "Vma s"

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still