This is a song about "What s going on guys it s ya boy amposis and plazma and we just had some shit to say"

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Because i see right through your disguise

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Just think of me and don't forget bout what we had

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Busy raising babies and living on tour