This is a song about "1940 s"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

They at the same spot they making no progress

'specially when i fuck bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Hello everyone, the party's begun