This is a song about "90 s are over"

They believe that they are the over-lords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

I'm over, if you didn't like this, than you are uncool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Goin 90 down the freeway

And my niggas say

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Ya career is done ya raps lines are over