This is a song about "1920 s"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

If there’s a shining star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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