This is a song about "The bite of 83 five night s at freddy s"

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

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

We should fuck each others mothers

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery