This is a song about "70 s counterculture"

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

70. dissect a placenta,

She acting all extra

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

You, you, you have to pay for that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.