This is a song about "It s the final countdown"

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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