This is a song about "Tuesday s"

Bad, just like an 80's car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

S on my chest like a superman vest

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

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

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,