This is a song about "The 1920s"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Down the street to the car,

That gal want me ride har

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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

So don't follow me home

As the king upon the throne

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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