This is a song about "1950s"

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

But he's small and got a structure

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

So before i go, you should harvest food

Modest dude, i'm honest, the cops in hot pursuit,

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

When there's just no way out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

I've got nothin' to worry about

But the truth always comes out