This is a song about "The 1800s"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Just to let you know, you are

Down the street to the car,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Spent a long time coming up this road

Here's the answer and the antidote: