This is a song about "Eighty three"

And i make hip-hop lately and i'll do this shit till im eighty

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

So much nut like i came for three

For that j number three

No it ain't easy

This lady's pushing eighty, you're driving like a beginner

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

All created by three great brains

High: that's why they call us planes

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off