This is a song about "The 80"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

You drivin like your 80 vehicle is slow to a crawl

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

And my kick game beyond crazy

The fiends supply the shady

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

80. your forced to defeat,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

If i sent my dad letters