This is a song about "90 s are over"

Those days are fucking over

That damier bag i bought her

And these people are signs, that it's not over/

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

The rhymes inside my brain are insane, they're over-stocked,

Reevaluate your rights and think things over, are you free?

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

She went over to the boy and asked him are you okay

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

I swear they think i'm crazy

I go 90 down the casey

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

See i let my nigga split that

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,