This is a song about "Mayan s"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Two reflections into one

And that´s how it has begun

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

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad