This is a song about "Nigga s"

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And that´s how it has begun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I guzzle up at the bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

If only i could go back into the 80’s

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less