This is a song about "1920 s music"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done