This is a song about "1950s"

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Turn down...as i switch up the flow,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Those up on the fence are all incompetent,

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Darken facades decay as i sharpen.. this pencil,

It is super sized, number twenty six

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

What i do, through and through and

I fear no opponent

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

If you try to sell an album it just won't #make #cents

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

You reachin in your pocket