This is a song about "1950s"

Then get out your seat and jump around

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Theres blood all over the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Actual live in the flesh, live on the set,

And panned out, i'm all in love

Toddlers in tiaras,