This is a song about "Amee s foot up tom s ass"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

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

The outline which you n****s out dated

We never tattle, let god handle that

Yeah bitch this date's done

And that´s how it has begun