This is a song about "1940 s"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

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

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Hello everyone, the party's begun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Grab your drinks, lets have fun

Unable to think clear

Don't worry, nothing to fear

I just shake dice

It´s the battle of life