This is a song about "Old spice"

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Like old mother hubbard

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

That will be enough

Is a space that now you hold

You see when i was 19 years old

Like an old paper plate

Guess i'm self made

Hand to hand in the cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck