This is a song about "The 1800s"

As the king upon the throne

So don't follow me home

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Where the fuck the chorus

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

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

The bigger the the fun

Tryna find the one

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

As the tao converted the thief

I'm why baby mommas leave