This is a song about "The 1800s"

Where the fuck the chorus

Back when crack was enormous

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

You're the corner stone

As the king upon the throne

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes