This is a song about "The 80"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

You drivin like your 80 vehicle is slow to a crawl

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

80. your forced to defeat,

Cause talk is cheap

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

That's the way, you can move it baby

The fiends supply the shady