This is a song about "1920s and 1930s"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

And once i'm dead and gone

My way like a usher song

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Living young and wild and free

Looking at your money