This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate for s"

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

You have been begging for a pair of 110s

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since