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

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And their mothers and fathers

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

And once i'm dead and gone

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

You ain't never seen

So dunn stay silent

Social conditioning and

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,