This is a song about "Boy s"

I don’t care where ya are

Bad, just like an 80's car

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Then push the milk on a slow bend

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one