This is a song about "1980s"

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Alright i'm at the house.

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Get off, for i pop off

Speed up, patience, please cause

In case, i get replaced, i'm a book with blank pages,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Its no different, from the iron ones, your grandfather fought

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

All niggas do is betray, switchup on you like i switch my jays

So change up the station

Gin makes me sin

Unable to think clear

Sing with me, sing for the year,