This is a song about "1980s"

Left in dire shock, control entire blocks, his thoughts are read,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Small talent, u need a microscopic lens to see

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You get hit wit a small dose

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Corroded 'n' eroded flesh

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You're shambled, babble your scrabble onto some other assholes paso.

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

You just working with the scraps you was given

Call it right, you might end up with a small win