This is a song about "90"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

To be honest u kinda promised to be my prophet, but now im level 90 bitch,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I go 90 down the casey

The dead society of a poet

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Changed the gear, i’m doin’ 90 on the freeway.

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

I get up out the club and i'm doing 90 down the highway

Yo, i'll bet she be back

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

I freestyled 90% of this and wrote it in less than half an hour

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer