This is a song about "1985"

Can't win with a passive attack

Nasty nigga step back

Yu suckin like a leech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Like lil wayne shit nigga i'm ripe

This is everything that we call hype

I hear em talkin bout me bret

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Cause you love me, call me daddy

The fact they talk in bout me

Gettin caught by the cop

Almost cried right on the spot

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

You in the presence of a king