This is a song about "70 s counterculture"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

This is like love, that you can never get

The outline which you n****s out dated

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Told im getting another 70 g's next may