This is a song about "The 1920s"

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

The water from the past is the same water in the present

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The more battles the better the flows

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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