This is a song about "1940"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

The party house, now don't be shy

Ghost in the hook so real

Yo man, im just sitting here

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

All the girls really want is fun

Lets go, we're number one

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

And getting money is the song i sing

The vision is quite clear

Making fun of a queer

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate