This is a song about "1990 2014"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Now its 2014 and last week i got diagnosed with lymes disease,

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead