This is a song about "Jeremy s ass"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

And that´s how it has begun

Miami nights, ain't another one