This is a song about "Blacky s curves"

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

They at the same spot they making no progress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

S on my chest like a superman vest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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