This is a song about "Campbell s pussy"

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I’m tryna be low key

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Bad, just like an 80's car

I know i've came so far