This is a song about "Who s"

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Bad, just like an 80's car

I guzzle up at the bar

And that's jay line i had to quote that

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

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt