This is a song about "Katy s ass"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

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

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

I don’t care where ya are

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease