This is a song about "1950s"

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

In every thought, in every word

In case, i get replaced, i'm a book with blank pages,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Jot a phrase across the page, knock you straight off the stage,

Shots fired, get your head down

To come and change my life around

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

You bet i bring a pencil, cuz my lyrics are so special,