This is a song about "1980s"

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

The club underwater, have em running out the front

This should be read like hieroglyphics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Look over your shoulder, i am a man now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

We told you this through and through,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

After all ive been through,

Knowing that i need you