This is a song about "2014"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like it's something to see i'm rubbin ya teets, puffin the green

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust