This is a song about "1950s"

You a young jeff bridges,

Scholarship for my mistress

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

It's time for a change, but not this change,

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Mind is the lighter and words are the fire aint stopping till these people sing

I must go like fly route

Gotta big bitch, ass out

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

I'm different and listen stop it with the wedding ring

When i pull up in that candy range

Do what do, and never ever change

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross