This is a song about "Industrial era 1750 to 1830"

Your in the era of talent that i founded

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

With no plans to stop whatsoever, he the greatest in rappad in this era

What i do is i channel my aggression with no cable or antenna

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Witness a new era made by the next gen

I couldn't give a fuck, i'm known to be cynical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Thrown in the cage with nowhere to go

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Like the dinosaur era you won't have to be a caveman

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Married to winnie, he think he really nelson mandela

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era