This is a song about "The 90 s"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

I get up out the club and i'm doing 90 down the highway

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

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

If you didn't know i feel this way

Goin 90 down the freeway

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice