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

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Baby, you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life