This is a song about "1980s"

My bitches fuck me good

My life’s an open book

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Treated like i’m nothing by my boss and management,

Lately been writing poems

I read a cops lips once

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me