This is a song about "1984"

Call kobe in c-mode bitch i got hang time, aint no time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

I do dis for my niggas and city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means