This is a song about "The 30 s"

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget