This is a song about "S s"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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