This is a song about "It s secured"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

I know the world been waiting for that

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Can't win with a passive attack

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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