This is a song about "Wes s bitches"

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

And that´s how it has begun

They say that karats help your vision

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Hope my city is not too far

Bad, just like an 80's car

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Hoping that nobody don't notice

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