This is a song about "It s the end for you s"

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

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

I can only imagine, uncle bob

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé