This is a song about "Dark ages"

I don’t care where ya are

I be on my dark liquor

Partakin' in the park, greenery after dark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Time to think about dark side

Get the ass shots right

No wonder why when times get hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Well, my brotha buddha's been spreading this for ages

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I talk to myself in the dark