This is a song about "The 60 s"

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress