This is a song about "Abigail s eyes"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Bad, just like an 80's car

Young money, d-town's all star

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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