This is a song about "1990 2014"

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets