This is a song about "Ki s"

How bout we blow this bit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I put some cash in ya pocket

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Try to jack and i will attack

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