This is a song about "Kyle s life"

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

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

Twista finna get up on the track

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

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

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees