This is a song about "It s 2015"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

We never tattle, let god handle that

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