This is a song about "Tim horton s"

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

If only i could go back into the 80’s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

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

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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