This is a song about "The 1970 s"

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

This is like love, that you can never get

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

The outline which you n****s out dated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,