This is a song about "808 mafia"

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track