This is a song about "Phantom s"

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

They at the same spot they making no progress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

Bad, just like an 80's car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.