This is a song about "Dante s big head"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

The dead society of a poet

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

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

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Big tits and a big ass