This is a song about "1995 2 chainz"

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

This aint no 2 chainz, true facts no lie

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Give players plenty space