This is a song about "The 1800s"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

As the king upon the throne

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss