This is a song about "The 1920s"

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Still the man with the pan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

I give bitches dick and leave

As the tao converted the thief

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the