This is a song about "The 90 s"

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

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

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

When you took my hand up so calm

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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