This is a song about "Kylie s pimples"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

S on my chest like a superman vest

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

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

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

No car key and i mean that

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And that´s how it has begun

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Bad, just like an 80's car

It´s the battle of life

We hustle to survive