This is a song about "Five night s at freddy s 3"

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Bad, just like an 80's car

You get close but no cigar

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,