This is a song about "69"

This is what i fantasized about when i was younger

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I know you see me now, you can hear the hunger

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

I just wanna take a puff, then i start to drift

69 a black girl that's what i call a ying yang

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Yo i take blunts to the face, like rihanna take fists

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

See, i like the person that you are