This is a song about "Youre still on that"

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

Still move on that time has passed

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

You probably forgot the bull but that shit is still on your mind

Fuck with my intentions, try to prevent this, i wont even mention the fact that youre defenseless

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic