This is a song about "The 80 s"

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Pay dues like a hair salon

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

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

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

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less