This is a song about "The 1800s"

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Here's the answer and the antidote:

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Move like i’m walking with an open case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/