This is a song about "40 s n 80 s"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

If only i could go back into the 80’s

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time