This is a song about "90 s"

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

Goin 90 down the freeway

Why i can't move away

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Falling down a hill thats 90 degree steep, to nice, cant keep a little for my heap

Now move back over here to the right

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep