This is a song about "1950s"

Self made coming soon

Watchin bratz movies till noon

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

We can sing so sing to subtly sting

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

(and go berserk) all night long

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Hanging out here all day long,

We gonna be all the way gone