This is a song about "1950s"

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

(slow) one time, one night, one day. been trying to get out. i'm gonna be

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But it fits better in the ground.

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

So i banged for a minute

No doubt like gwen stefani's group

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I got about zero fucks to give bro,

Make sure to give them my all

Playing in the corn, wake up call