This is a song about "1990 2014"

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I'm promise you're pussy to me fucker you nothin to me

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Your time has come, i'm still rare, you're fairly well done

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems