This is a song about "School teather s kids mom s and dad s"

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

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

But for long time i had gone cold

S queezys very bold

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

S on my chest like a superman vest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed