This is a song about "1995 2 chainz"

Lookin' for these better days

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

This aint no 2 chainz, true facts no lie

That's the window into the sky