This is a song about "1920s slang"

#big #shots like louisiana soda, slang, better learn it damn,

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Play it in a loop , then shoot, the slang, rang in the morning,

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Say the people who slang are probably just a mocking image of wu tang

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Cockiness don't help with your slang it just makes you insane