This is a song about "1980s"

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

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

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Cut your breath and don’t think

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And that's just #two #cents worth, my #two #tens' worst when i #reinvent your #mind quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Would you like to build a snowman

So if i talk down to a man