This is a song about "It s"

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

And you all will respect that

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

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

That's why she ignore my flowers

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And i'mma show you how the south was won