This is a song about "1950s"

Emceeing skills arent build in a day just like rome

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Im a switch blade with a blade to switch

We move to every state

I can tell you that this tape

She need now, she ain't never needed love

The minds of record labels

Bitch, i was born to ball

Finally it hits night fall

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Develop a itch, flicked switch and eat shit.

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market