This is a song about "1950s"

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Is that they got you singing along with them,

I want to write a book

My bitches fuck me good

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I told you one day, i said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Now here's the point where you might think

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

When there's just no way out