This is a song about "1980s"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But now i cleaned up my act, call me lysol

Man this life is but a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

That's why i shine like i does

Into little minces

You feel anguish here's the sign

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

People tryna get out the gutter so they sign