This is a song about "San fran still sitting with the same ones"

The vikings weren't the only ones with a god of thunder.

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Last ones didn't work, i feel the same

Down in dallas at the all-star game

No ones the same when ya bring the fame

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

But i am still the same visually

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

So you finally got the nerve

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Had a lot of em but i miss the ones with you the most,

But i still feel the same

Well rick james, maury jane