This is a song about "World s end"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

That the world has a beginning and an end

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

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

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

When they twist and talk with they fingers

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red