This is a song about "Roaring 20 s"

Cuz when i wake up i will come out roaring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

You get close but no cigar

Bad, just like an 80's car

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

I'm everything that they call nice

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

And that´s how it has begun

And modify your opinion

Twista finna get up on the track

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

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold