This is a song about "2005"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Talking about your materialistic interests

But my labor has culminated,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Making money was the ideal

Now you got me hopped up on that

This country, black and white, its split

The dea and the cca made a deal

If you're not really here

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed