This is a song about "1940 s gender conventions"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Alcohol and booty calls

Now im doing cannon balls

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

You gon' tip her

I don't know your gender

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s