This is a song about "The 1800s"

Saw the bombs on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

Soon as i come home

As the king upon the throne

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

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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/

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

And i need you to show me love

Where the fuck the chorus

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere