This is a song about "2005"

Making money was the ideal

Hopin' when this bread get here

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Uh, its elementary

We on a world tour, wale your man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Pulp thats not promulgated

And find the fruit contaminated

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Just tryna make my voice heard

Too focused, one word

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Real talk, yeah my rap is concentrated