This is a song about "90 s music"

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Knowing when its over blastin music

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Except that you wrote 90 percent of it.

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet