This is a song about "The 1970 s"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

It´s the battle of life

Hop in and let me test drive

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That's why she ignore my flowers