This is a song about "Good ol days"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

Speed up, patience, please cause

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

So let's have a toast, everything fine

They say that i never cease to amaze

We had some super duper days

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Because they weak, like seven days.