This is a song about "1800 s"

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I thought it'd get better but

Yea dont look down look up

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Here i go again, falling in love again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

They say nothings ever free

Let my temper get me