This is a song about "The 1970 s"

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I just play my part make moves like chess

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Till the game`s over they are still watching me