This is a song about "65"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Pull it apart with a hammer and a pair of pliers,

You ain't working hard as this

65. is to be selective,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Don't approach my persona, bitch, he might go off,