This is a song about "1920 s music"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Killing these niggas off quick

Hard to make it in music/

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Heystop running your mouth

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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