This is a song about "The 1800s"

Money long from here to japan

Still the man with the pan

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Here's the answer and the antidote: