This is a song about "Domnic s mom"

That gal want me ride har

Bad, just like an 80's car

If only i could go back into the 80’s

They at the same spot they making no progress

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And i made it with that dope flow

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen