This is a song about "1980s"

That needs some type of life form

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

A sinner in the truest form, allow me to begin/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Keep losing my way

In my cabriolet

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john