This is a song about "Life s goo"

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Or let the mob handle that

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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