This is a song about "1920s and 1930s"

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Make the fingers snap

And like to boast and brag

And nasty remains and bones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class