This is a song about "The 1800s"

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The bigger the the fun

And it weighs a ton

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load