This is a song about "Them 30 s"

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

You don't mean that, you faggot

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

S on my chest like a superman vest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime