This is a song about "60 s new retirees"

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

60. my bars have been plastering,

Catch you up on places i've been

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

If only i could go back into the 80’s