This is a song about "Logan s ass"

Bad, just like an 80's car

I'm a fucking rap star

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

All i need is the notepad

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

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

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain