This is a song about "The 90s"

Reading shit my critics say

Heres jk, the man, the prey

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

The bigger the run for

Then the world ain't no trick no more