This is a song about "Great depression and roaring 20s"

But is you trynna be dinner

Feeling colorless like a 20s picture

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

And my regime includes east coast

Great, now i'm alone and zoned.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

And as soon as i'm through here, y'all will realize i'm great

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win