This is a song about "1984"

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Goin straight shout out to tune new mixtape coming soon

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Niggas stay talkin shit fukk that bitch ripped 50 at em

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

When snap and crackle belive that bitch gon pop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I cant stop never stop goin hard stay with hard