This is a song about "145"

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

The mental melee got me kickin' like pele

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Caught myself puttin' rap first and other stuff under

In his hey day or for more relevance, ronaldo

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

Had to know around me wasn't who the world revolved though

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Have 'em mean something, it brightened my day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Tested my mettle just because i wouldn't settle

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

For anything less than better, it's like methamphetamine

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The first time i wrote a clever line it was special